He stares at her with a dull expression. Someone new to sleep with. That's great. Fantastic. So very useful, Apollo.

The Master almost throttles her, but thinks better of it, and focuses on the first part of her sentence.

"Which flight is your 'common friend' in? At least it might mean we can get an 'in' both with blue and... whichever the other one is." If Apollo even realizes and understands the value that she has with those friends. It's like having pre-made spies.